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Oil on canvas \u2013 9,45 x 11,81 inch \u2013 Unique work<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n The wind is blowing like mad. I feel so small.<\/p>\n Driving along the Berck beach, I hear the gusts of wind through the windows. The fine sand is projected on the bodywork. It becomes embedded everywhere. Passers-by who pass, well who try, fight against the squalls. The children are snuggled up to their parents. Some refuse to move forward. It\u2019s so amazing, this force of nature.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The flag on the beach is red. No bather hangs out in the big blue. The waves are almost gigantic. How I would like to walk along the foam. How I would like to throw myself into this infinity. And then disappear altogether. But a whole different idea crosses my mind. Suddenly I really want to freeze this moment.<\/p>\n I open the door, my phone in my hand, and walk over to the railing. Well, that was the idea. Instead of this scenario, quite simple, I find myself paralyzed in the middle of the sidewalk. My head is down, my eyes closed and I turn around. The goal is to avoid the sand that gets stuck everywhere: eyes, neck, hands. He’s scathing. I struggle as best I can. The seconds seem like hours. I hold my phone firmly in my right hand. It would not be fair if it fell on the ground, it\u2019s brand new!<\/p>\n I make a first attempt to stand facing the sea, as in the song. For once, I would prefer to be face down on the ground! I lift my right arm while holding the phone firmly and open my eyes … just a few seconds. Impossible ! Time is running out, so I decide to tap the screen at random, three times to be precise. Eyes closed, mouth half open, unfortunately, I rush to the car. The sand rushes into the cabin with me. I’m checking my phone if\u2026 Yes, a miracle. One photo and it’s a good one.<\/p>\n Driving along the Berck beach, I hear the gusts of wind through the windows. The fine sand is projected on the bodywork. It becomes embedded everywhere. Passers-by who pass, well who try, fight against the squalls. The children are snuggled up to their parents. Some refuse to move forward. It\u2019s so amazing, this force of nature.<\/p>\n The wind is blowing like mad. I feel so small.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oil on canvas \u2013 9,45 x 11,81 inch \u2013 Unique work The wind is blowing like mad. I feel so small. Driving along the Berck beach, I hear the gusts of wind through the windows. The fine sand is projected on the bodywork. It becomes embedded everywhere. Passers-by who pass, well who try, fight against […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/912"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=912"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/912\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":959,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/912\/revisions\/959"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=912"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=912"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=912"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}